This is a song about "Angelina ballerina"

I like that smh so baby get the rope

New canvas she need a new stroke

Others dance with each others other,

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

“i leave all my assets to my latino mistress”

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Break tradition, this is hip hop

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap